Slut in stockingsPosted by Borg Schaefer on April 23rd, 2021 This story can be instructively vulgar, which combines a lot of things. Everyone will choose their very own meaning. So, i am Anna, I am 24 yrs . old, I am married and we've, generally, a happy family unit of society, but without offspring. My height is small - only 164 cm, my chest may be the 4th size, it hangs a little, but my husband likes it and in general I'm a sporty girl. I try to care for myself and often head to fitness, so everything is OK with the figure, I usually dye my hair blonde, although I am blonde, but in order that the roots remain dark and I've gray eyes, but this is not about this. Like many girls, I love to drink a good delicious cocktail or perhaps a glass of expensive champagne or wine, my hubby works in neuro-scientific parties (nightclubs, bars) and often he is not at home, but there are no issues with money. Many men stare at me even in the current presence of their husband, to which they get a disapproving look from their spouse in response. Some friends said how lucky he was with me: beautiful, earns herself on tights and cosmetics, cooks and keeps herself in shape! Simultaneously, they cast their lustful gaze at me and stop in the chest area. Especially impudent people kiss my hand. My husband thanks me, I smile, and this happens often. Especially at parties, where my husband most often works. And I have fun under his supervision. No, no, just and that means you understand, I don't take men home in his absence, I like our sex with him and I love experiments: that is both role-playing games and anal and I even once hinted at sex with this mutual friend, with whom they work together, but my hubby immediately cut everything off at the main. Just him, period. There is a New Year's corporate party and my colleagues and I naturally made a decision to celebrate it in a modest way in our department at the enterprise. I put on a chic figure-hugging black dress just above the knees, that i begged from my husband among the gifts for the New Year, a sports group of bra and panties (of course, also black), nylon black stockings for convenience and black shoes, with not the best of its stilettos at 11 centimeters. Generally, I really like black, it suits me great and you ought to see me! My husband said that he would take me without any problems and pick me up, too, while he'd be driving around at the job on the eve of the brand new Year. Our department isn't very big: 5 ladies and the top is really a man of 50 years. We were drinking. The boss once more took care of the New Year's table, and we, girls, subsequently, took care of its sorting. It was fun, some contests, someone tried to sing, dance, but drunk girls probably look funny from the outside, therefore i thought and laughed until we got a call to the department for work... - "What???� Olga said. "Yes, you know that now everyone has corporate parties! I forgot to state, our department is engaged in checking and controlling some devices, and when these same devices are oversupplied, they are stored in a warehouse. I'm responsible for the warehouse. "Say I'm not here," I said. Olga hung up the telephone, said that there is a contract that we had been waiting for for several months and we can send a good batch, get the appropriate bonus and everything is okay! ? "They are missing a few pieces, open the warehouse, they will take away the devices-they will register the magazine and go away, business is something for 15 minutes!" - Olya stammered.-" Only because of the bonus " - I replied. "I told Oleg to meet up you and see you off, otherwise you will not get that far!" she laughed. "That's a good notion," I added. "I must say i could not walk to the warehouse, but taking off my shoes, they would think I was crazy" - after all, some departments were still working, including Oleg's department. I left the department and quietly walked towards the elevator, reaching it, I heard footsteps behind me. It was Oleg who came to escort me. "Hello! I'm Oleg, Ruslan called your department about the devices, " he said. "Hi, I know. You'll get your instruments now, " I said with just a little anger. "Okay, don't be angry, I understand that we are distracting you from the celebration, but work is work," he said with a little sadness. I just glared at him and remembered that I had once seen him on our floor once we were walking past. We drew level, and I smiled at him, and he smiled back. "What a fool," I thought. I hope he forgot that moment, otherwise he'll not fight now... "You look great!" - Oleg begun to suck up. "Oleg, no hands! We're going to the warehouse now, you obtain the fucking appliances and you also go to work at your place, and I'll head to my department! I'm married and I don't need adventures! Got it? " - that's exactly what I told him, realizing he might not be able to do with the devices alone. He glanced at my large breasts maybe once or twice, described the arc from the neck to the finish of the not-so-long dress, and said: "Of course, just for the appliances, don't worry! Nevertheless, you look really cool!" Meanwhile, the elevator arrived, we transpired and I went myself. In addition to I could. The warehouse was on the -1 floor and there were no signs of life at all. Approaching the warehouse, I swayed and almost fell, but I was caught by a strong hand "my hero" Oleg, adding a neat: "Careful". "Many thanks," I hissed. When I opened the warehouse, I fired up the lights and told him to go get their own appliances so when soon as he picked them up, I would await him with a magazine for painting. I sat down in the chair. I felt so excellent therefore bad. The alcohol was making itself felt, and at the same time there is fun up there. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Oleg imperceptibly approached and started to peer at my cleavage? What??? "Where are you currently pointing the countersinks?" "Where to ..." he said in a calm tone, slightly embarrassing me. "Just what a gift of fate... I recall the way you smiled at me in the hallway. Remember? Just imagine, we are in a warehouse, not just a soul around, before me a drunken chick in a dress to be fucked ... " I was taken aback by such impudence and didn't have time to do anything, as he lifted me up with powerful hands and put me up for grabs... "Please, please, Oleg... you promised..." - I begged. "No, I am sorry, but I won't miss this chance..." he replied, and dug his hands into my chest? He begun to crumple it, breathing hard. Then he slapped me across the face. Even I was a little aroused by such impudence? He continued to knead my breasts with one hand, and with the other hand started to pull my clit? It had been not easy for me personally, and at exactly the same time it had been pleasant... "The whore is also in stockings..." - he said joyfully. "No! Please! Don't! " - I fought back as best I could, though unsuccessfully? He pulled the dress right down to the waist, unbuttoned the bra and begun to play with my lush breasts... Oleg's tongue was tugging at my right nipple, along with his free hand he was pawing my right breast. It had been clear how he was happy to play with my nipples and paw my breasts, that he received a distinctive pleasure and considering him I began to flow... it seems I quit? brutal pegging I sat up just a little and leaned my head back on my hands. Oleg went down a little lower, moved his panties and begun to suck my clit? I began to moan just a little and bite my lower lip... "What can you like, bitch?" he asked sarcastically. I kept moaning. He slapped my ass, put his finger in my own pussy and started to fuck me a little in it... my juices flowed and flowed just a little to the anus? He turned me over, walked around the table, took out his not bad-sized cock and shoved it into my hand... " Come on, suck it, whore! I could see you intend to get fucked!� I lightly jerked off his cock , he then couldn't stand it and put it in my mouth himself? I miscalculated the size, the penis only got less than half into my mouth? I started sucking... practicing with my tongue... pulling my testicles with my hand. With the other hand, she continued to jerk off the trunk and sucked his club faster and faster... " This won't do, bitch! Suck it deeper! So that the whole cock will easily fit into your slut mouth! Seriously, suck it! " he roared. I began to take his cock deeper... even deeper... almost my throat... I almost threw up? Oleg took me by the top and almost drove it to the end. I began to push him away, but Oleg was as pushy as a bull and started to take his cock out of his mouth... drooling ... before he could spit, Oleg started fucking my mouth again... I almost choked again... I don't remember how long he raped my mouth, but I continued to flow. I liked it. My husband fucked me well, but not so brazenly and hard? After Oleg turned me over on my back lowered my head to the end of the table, supporting it, release and my head rested contrary to the vertical wall of the table... he once again drove a member into my mouth and began to fuck in this position ... in parallel, he groped my breasts and pinched my papillae... I often choked, but Oleg gave me the chance to spit out saliva on his penis and continued to have me again and again, over and over... after pulling out his cock again, walked around the table, took off my wet panties, he spread his legs and drove his cock into my pussy... so hard...that one thrust of his cock almost made me cum? He kept raping me ... a married girl who had a loving husband and was happy until today? His thrusts only increased and the table begun to shake... Oleg fucked and fucked me... sometimes he took out his penis and teased me that he wouldn't normally insert it again? I felt so excellent... and I pulled his cock into my bosom with my very own hand... " Ahahah, I told you that you will be a fuck! You like being fucked like this! " he growled. I moaned and writhed beneath the pressure of his cock such as a snake? He pounded my pussy over and over, where my husband was not such a long time ago? I clung to the table as best I possibly could... Oleg was unstoppable. "Oleg, are you currently here? Why are you experiencing the entranceway open ... " someone asked at the entranceway. It was Ruslan, Oleg's boss. A comparable age as Oleg, only a little older and he had a wife and daughter. Ruslan was astonished and just watched in silence for some seconds as his colleague fucked me... " Look what a bitch I picked up! Don't stand there, there are enough holes for everybody! " - Oleg Ruslan urged to connect to us. Oleg turned me across the table so that I possibly could suck Ruslan's cock? Again, the trunk of my head rested contrary to the wall of the table and bounced just a little under the blows of Oleg... Ruslan came up, unzipped his fly and pushed his cock into my mouth...He didn't expect this easy prey. They wiped their dicks a couple of more times on my mouth, my face, tapped on my chest and shook the rest off on it... and began to get dressed... then quickly grabbed their couple of appliances and ran away, shouting something similar to "don't be late". The alcohol begun to wear off, and I continued to sit at the edge of the table covered in semen, just a little in torn stockings at the elastic band and became sad. I was sad not because they were gone and I wanted more, but because I had asked my hubby for such a meeting, even though I almost got it from him and realized that he was right and we were happy together. But an urgent turn of events fulfilled my secret dream, though minus the participation of my beloved. After sitting for a while, I got up, went to the sink and was horrified: my makeup was blurred, dried drool around my mouth, guys ' cum under my chin... on my chest... Shoes I don't know where? My cum-soaked dress, panties, and bra lay in the dust under the table, where the heel of my shoes peeked out. I locked myself in the warehouse and started scrubbing and improving. She straightened her stockings, pulled on her behalf dress so long as possible to cover up the torn stocking, opened the door, and went to her department. As I moved toward the department, I had various thoughts. This is group sex , which I wanted to try, but because of this it turned out to be random and my New Year's gift in the form of a beautiful dress that is spattered with sperm. And somehow this made it even sadder that my husband tries, loves me, does not make cheap gifts, and I spoil everything.Like it? Share it! |